That summer I met a man named Ed McQueen. He drove a ’54 Studebaker Commander and smoked Old Gold cigarettes. He wore Tony Llama cowboy boots and Wrangler jeans with an oval belt buckle in silver. He favored snap-button shirts with the sleeves cut off. He liked to play Marty Robbins songs on a […]
If it’s written here, it’s written in stone
Like I didn’t have enough to worry about. Here’s an overlong rumination in the New York Times about how everything I write on the Internet lives forever, possibly endangering that job interview with Larry King and portending some awkward moments the next time I dine at Sarah Palin’s house. I guess that’s what happens […]
Where’s she going with this?
The student has become the teacher. John McCain has to be wondering what sort of creature he’s created in Sarah Palin, now that he’s relegated to grinning foolishly behind her while she whips the Tea Party crowds into frenzied chants in Arizona. The summer of 2008 seems like a very long time ago. The […]
An impassioned call to inaction
I can remain on the sidelines no longer. Now that the influential blogger Mike Vanderboegh is counseling people opposed to health-care reform to articulate their views by breaking other people’s windows, I must weigh in on the side of reason. You’ve heard of Mike, of course. No? Actually, neither had I, until the Washington […]
Sex and the single priest
These apologies are getting kind of old. More boilerplate from the Vatican: Pope Benedict expressing “shame and remorse” for the rampant sexual abuse of young Catholics. This is bordering on ludicrous. Quick show of hands: Any Catholic out there who hasn’t had a run-in with a randy priest at some time in their formative […]
A Nancy Grace exclusive
This just in: Some rocks have been discovered on the sea floor just off Aruba. As always, you can trust Nancy Grace to run with the stories the mainstream media are afraid to touch. It seems a retired couple was snorkeling when they came across the rocks. They were taking pictures of fish, and […]
It’s your identity. Sort of.
I sometimes jocularly refer to Facebook as “Fecesbook” — not because I have anything against the service, but because the opportunities for potty humor in America are so rare that a sophisticated blogger should not let one slide by. So, “Fecesbook.” Get it? Hehe. Also, there’s this question of privacy, and how much of […]
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